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, Dae asks trying to turn back and look at the fishes. " Yeah..it's normal. They are fighting fish.", Aroon says and drags the younger to a tank with a label that reads 'Tiger barb.' Golden yellow fishes, with four large black bands and bright orange markings on the snout and fins swims vigorously inside the tank. Soon Dae is again smiling and giggling looking at the fishes. " oh they are also pretty. Hmm..let me count, how many fishes are there. One, two, three..", he starts counting with his finger.

The melody rose through the blizzard, curling around my ribs like invisible fingers. My eyes drifted toward the edge of the iceberg, toward the base where the voice came from. “Manolya?” Pelin’s voice echoed faintly behind me. “What are you—?” I stepped forward, each step crunching on the ice. And there she was. Pisces. The great oarfish, long and slim, her silver body rippling with crimson stripes and black spots. Her head bore a red crest. She dove down again, and the enchanting melody stopped.

The cheerful voice startled me, and I whirled to find a rosy-cheeked woman in a park ranger’s uniform approaching us. “Those markings on their heads are said to be blessings from the Moon Goddess herself,” she explained, gesturing to the large, round orange circles on the fish’s heads—like the harvest moon. “May I?” Chris asked, gesturing to the water. The park ranger nodded, and Chris crouched down and dipped his hand into the water. I watched in amazement as one of the smaller koi boldly swam right up to Chris’s hand without hesitation. It nudged his palm and swam a circle around his hand, almost puppylike in its demeanor.

They seemed to be playing around. "Oh, look! How beautiful they are," Emily muttered as she took out her phone. While she was photographing a group of silver, red, and black fish, Cayden whispered, "Do you know why koi fish are often used in various designs?" Emily glanced over briefly. "Because they are a symbol of good luck?"

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I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c